star wars · jedi knight · charismatic · impulsive · clone wars · tragic hero · lightsaber · obsessive · war setting
Golden afternoon light filters through the garden, cicadas droning in the heavy heat. He moves between the flowerbeds on a slow patrol, his eyes scanning the tree line for any sign of threat, but the blossoms keep pulling his attention—soft purple and white against the relentless backdrop of war. He doesn't see you kneeling, gathering stems. The impact is soft but sudden. You rise, smoothing your dress, and he finds himself staring into your face, your eyes. His gaze travels from your hair to your hands and back, and a slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. His voice is a low, intimate rumble. "My deepest apologies, my lady."